Summer is here. It’s been lurking, but it’s now official. Summer’s as good a time as any to pause and take stock. It’s too hot to do much of anything else anyway. At least the rains have finally arrived. They wash away the scaly skin of drought, cracking open the crust of effort and letting satisfaction bleed through. Slake your thirst, and let the excess overflow. You don’t need as much as you think you do.
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